Storm
The moment I stepped back from him, something changed in Alpha Doyle’s expression.
Hurt.
It flashed across his face so quickly that I almost missed it.
My stomach twisted.
I hadn’t meant to hurt him.
I was just scared.
Terrified, actually.
And apparently, that wasn’t enough.
Now I was freezing, panicking, feeling guilty, and trying desperately not to have a complete meltdown in front of the most powerful man I had ever met.
Perfect.
I was officially losing my mind.
I needed something—anything—to take my mind off the situation.
My gaze drifted toward the lake behind him.
“What lake is that?” I asked, pointing toward the dark, rain-drenched water.
He looked over his shoulder, seemingly surprised by the question.
“Loughainwillin.”
I nodded.
For some reason, looking at
